Watching Sona forcibly endure the lustful urges that had already surfaced in her body, timidly and rapidly sniffing the masculine scent lingering at the tip of her nose, a smirk curled on Faen's face.
Upon noticing the camera on the side, a look of curiosity flashed across Sona's face. The so-called recording crystal was just a solidified entity in the spiritual realm; technically, as long as Faen was willing, as the master of this realm, he could extract past scenes and replay them at any time.
However, in most cases, compared to extracting past events, Faen much preferred live recording.
Especially in a moment like this, where Sona was about to welcome the monumental day of transitioning from a girl into a woman. It would be an absolute shame not to record it properly.
Similarly, through her connection with the spiritual realm, Sona rapidly got into the zone. To be honest, this exceeded Faen's expectations a bit. Because in his understanding, Sona had always been a shy, introverted girl. But now, with the completion of the ritual, Sona seemed to have completely let loose all at once.
This change wasn't because Sona's underlying personality had been altered by the ritual. In fact, it was the exact opposite—Sona was still the same old Sona. It was just that now, with the pact complete, she had realized that she no longer had to worry about being abandoned by Faen, which allowed her to completely and utterly relax.
She could focus entirely on feeling Faen's doting affection without worrying that this favor would be taken away at any moment.
This sense of security with no lingering fears allowed Sona to become much more uninhibited. Although a hint of timidity still hung between her brows, a spark of confidence emerged deep within her eyes. And with the appearance of this confidence, the slutty promiscuity that had been dyed into her by the sonic magic days ago—which she hadn't dared to show for fear of losing him—finally began to rear its head.
"Sona is going to become Daddy's toy..."
Looking at the camera with a flushed red face, Sona spoke the final sentence in her heart. And just in the process of saying these words, the incredibly supple Sona rapidly reached peak arousal. Even after having seen and broken in so many girls, Sona was undoubtedly one of the most malleable ones of them all.
Look at her: he had merely finished setting up the recording, and hadn't even formally popped her cherry, plowed her, or stretched her out yet. But under her intense empathetic abilities, through the deep melodies of the spiritual realm, Sona had already trained and conditioned her own body completely.
Even before the recording started, she had already finished ovulating and her womb had dropped. And during the recording process, massive amounts of estrogen and progesterone were secreted inside her body. Her already ample, soft bosom swelled up a full size larger. The plump breasts were as soft as two water balloons, swallowing up her rosy, bean-like nipples and hiding them within the flushed cleavage.
Originally, Sona's body curves and the sheer scale of her breasts had already reached the absolute limits of a human. Now, self-modifying like this, her unbound, massive tits hung heavily on her chest, inevitably sagging just slightly due to their sheer weight. But this heaviness didn't affect Sona's overall beauty; on the contrary, it shifted her overall aura, adding a subtle touch of wanton sluttyness to her previous softness and timidity.
Watching Sona eagerly warp her own body to such a state, Faen reached out with deep interest, plunging two fingers into her flushed cleavage. He pinched her swollen nipples and pulled her heavy milk-bags upward.
The entire heavy weight of her massive tits hung suspended by her nipples, which were now swollen to the size of fava beans. The heavy drag inevitably made Sona feel a slight pinch of pain. However, some people's bodies simply possessed the innate potential to be breeding meat-sleeves. Sona right now was one of them; this slight pain not only failed to make her suffer, but instead made her pant uncontrollably in sheer lust. Before long, she even began leaking pure white breast milk.
This greatly amazed Faen.
"Oh my! Sona really is a good girl, you're already completely prepared to be a mommy."
While speaking, Faen swung his throbbing meat rod to playfully slap Sona's face twice as a reward. Sona showed no intention of dodging. In fact, while being repeatedly smacked by his cock, her face didn't show the slightest trace of annoyance; instead, it revealed a look of absolute excitement and hazy ecstasy.
After this, Sona couldn't help but gulp down her saliva. She then pulled her dress all the way up to her waist and shifted her plump, soft legs from a kneeling position to a deep squat. Taking the initiative, she spread her thighs wide open, leaned her upper body back slightly, and placed one hand on the bed behind her to prop herself up so she wouldn't fall over. Meanwhile, she used the fingers of her other hand to pry open her fleshy, plump, snowy-white vulva.
As her plump pussy lips were parted by her fingers, an abundant stream of slick honey juices flowed down endlessly. Blood-engorged and swollen.
As her plump pussy lips were parted by her fingers, an abundant stream of slick honey juices flowed down endlessly. Blood-engorged and swollen, her proudly erect clitoris seemed to sense Faen's burning gaze, trembling slightly right alongside her squirming pussy petals.
Even though he hadn't entered her yet, just standing there watching, Faen could see that within the slightly gaping vaginal opening, the inner vaginal walls were contracting ring by ring like a little hungry mouth in rhythm with the girl's panting. It relaxed, then contracted again, seemingly continuously sucking in the air, making ample preparations for the massive cock that was about to plunge inside.
"Daddy... Sona, Sona can't take it anymore." Sona bit her lip tightly, her eyes overflowing with a misty haze of burning desperation.
Seeing this, Faen chuckled lightly. Then, amidst Sona's gasp of surprise, he suddenly scooped her up by her waist and threw her completely onto the bed.
Sona's bones were just as soft and flexible as her flesh. Grabbing Sona's ankles, Faen didn't even have to use much force before Sona's knees naturally bent all the way back to touch her shoulders.
As her knees met her shoulders, Sona's plump, juicy slit was entirely laid bare before Faen. Realizing her completely exposed state, Sona didn't panic. Instead, she used her free hands to press down on her fat, fleshy mound, spreading her labia wide apart to fully expose the dripping wet, watery abyss within.
Seeing this, Faen didn't waste any words. He just aimed the head slightly, and then forcefully plunged his entire cock deep inside her.
Although he had long suspected it, when he finally penetrated her tight depths for a thorough investigation, accompanied by the crystal-clear honey juices that practically squirted out of her, Faen still couldn't help but marvel at how impossibly soft and juicy Sona's pussy was.
But what was even more precious was that aside from being soft and incredibly wet, Sona was unspeakably tight. The inner vaginal walls seemed to have a life and consciousness of their own, squirming, milking, and tightly contracting around his shaft in a highly rhythmic manner. The same went for her womb—apart from the initial tight barrier at the cervix, everything deeper was practically thrown wide open and defenseless, only to suddenly clamp down fiercely the moment his giant meat rod pushed all the way in. It was like a trap room that refused to let him leave until he unleashed his life essence and pumped her completely full of cum!